“Not a good idea my friend, now your powder and shot if you please, unless you want Betsie here to speak to you,” Jane said pointing her pistol at... his blood covered face.Two minutes later she was back at Davey's side. “Now, sir, we have important business to attend to.”They both laughed as Davey pushed their stolen booty into his saddlebags. “Come, my vixen, let us away to your lair and celebrate the debt you now owe to the hangman's noose!”Together the two riders spurred their horses forward. I go through a stretching routine and then make my way to Daphne's room Outside I kneel down to perform a quadriceps stretch, but strangely always feel the need to do this after I have knocked on her door. As she opens, I lean forwards to stretch my para-spinal muscles and kiss her feet. I cannot understand why I always seem to do this, but Daphne does not mind, in fact she accepts it. She smiles down at me. "We go to the Marathon Expo for final registration today, Mistress," I tell her. She. He rocks me forward and supports me before I feel something pressing against my little sissy pussy. It opens me and enters, making me moan in delight in being filled. My nipples get pulled on fiercely, the force appears to be above me. I feel something around my neck, a collar, and it gets pulled tight before something forces my head back. The collar is being held by something attached to the floor, it can't move and I have to stay deep on the dildo to breathe reasonably well, but doing so. I dragged the blanket towards me and wrapped myself in it as much as I could. It must have been a blanket for a child’s bed. It was far too small. Most of me was still naked. I shut my eyes. That was a mistake. The world started spinning. I opened them again and tried to focus, to see my surroundings. I tried to list everything I could see to try to work out where I could be. It was hard because my brain wasn’t working properly. The floor sloped towards a central drain. The bench behind me was.